Today I am a very sore and tired Oni! Sunday's workout was extremely intense and my trainer is insane. I hate that second-day-after soreness from weightlifting. makes me want to go to sleep.
12th St Ale House on 2nd avenue. I like that bar, and I have a slight crush on one of the bartenders. My company for the evening were the venerable mr. foley (he is my longest running drinking buddy and a fabulous fellow, you'll see more of him on these pages later, and his good friend Max, who I believe I may have met before, but I'm not sure. Foley makes a wonderful web comic, and you can read it if you click that link there with his name on it.
We had a few drinks and then parted ways, Max going to a friend's couch to crash and foley and myself taking off for Ridgewood. We then visited with ms. kiwi in vietnam (an affection name for Kiwi and Timbo's apartment.) Foley told a fantastical story (plot for a new novel if I recall correctly), I went out on the fire escape and looked at the sky, and I wrote some in my little notebook. After many hours I fell asleep on the couch in the redroom. In the morning Timbo came home from his work and we watched the Maltese Falcon. Welll I didn't watch the whole thing because it was time for me to head home. I need to work on my novel today. It's called Three. I think you will like it when I get it done.
Today I am very tired as well. For breakfast I had a McDonald's milk shake and a chicken salad. Now I am going to make a big ole pot of chicken soup with matzoh balls. not a good day to be a chicken.
oh, have you ever tried chicken and waffles? if you are in new york head up to amy ruth's in harlem and get some. amazing.